from time to time i think about them —
i think of a never good enough orphan, a boy who looked like a beast and who was claimed to be a monster — and of a boy who was too good at what he is doing he made himself an orphan, made himself a monster.
a boy who was found at his weakest point by his patron and used by him. and a boy who's teacher, the person he trusted, took his life away from him for the sake of his own gain.
i think of a young man who aquired magic accidentally, knowing nothing about it but willing to learn because magic gave him value. and of an ambitious young man, a prodigy, that hoped to put his arcane abilities to better the future of his home but ended up rotting away in an asylum room for eleven years, only to escape with a hunger for magic beyond the comprehension of even the strongest of wielders.
i think of a need for family in every person he meets. and i think of a need to twist time itself to bring back his family.
i think of control and trust issues entangled with codependence.
seeking of guidance and seeking of redemption.
i think of —
we're so similar but have vastly different backgrounds...
i understand. — of course you do.
and it hurts but hurts so good.
